Try the main road

It's late afternoon, and you know one of your friends work at that national retail superstore at this time. He's the closest from your current location, so you set out.

You move carefully, having no interest in attracting these futas. And soon enough, you get your first look at the superstore. It's not a good one.

There is a handful of futas in the parking lot, but you are speechless when a large surge of clothed people charge out one of the entrances. They are armed with anything they could get their hands on, and met the alerted futas head on. You're actually surprised at how well they handle themselves, as they quickly deal with their futa foes.

Your attention is drawn away from the people, and farther down the road, and your eyes widen in horror. There is a much larger group of futa coming, attracted by the sounds of the fight, and your hiding spot IS FULLY EXPOSED TO THEM!

You bolt, running back the way you came and take a blind left, running a short while longer before ducking into an alcove. It turns out to be that family-owned general store that you worked for a while ago. You are going to need shelter, to both hide from the swarm and for the night, and pray. You place your hand on the door and pull, relieved that the door is unlocked.

With the door locked, you quickly give the storefront a look over, relieved that it is clear. You start to head to the back room, hoping to use the office for the night, when you get a feeling. You quickly duck behind one of the shelves and keep an eye at the front.

About a minute passes. And nothing.

You chuckle softly, glad that it was nothing, and turn around to head into the office. You are at the door to the back when you hear a noise.

"Come on, come on. Where did you go?" you faintly hear. You turn back, eyes wide, as something approaches the windows.

Well, 'approach' isn't the right word. More like, 'waddle'.

A woman comes into view. She surprisingly seems pretty good, an over sized purse over her shoulder and her clothes only have a few rips in it. She glances into the store, and locks eyes with you. Her previously worried expression becomes one of hope, and approaches the door, calling out softly. "Let me in. They're coming."

You are more occupied staring at her bulging stomach.